Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the city center, the signboards of large chain drugstores are dilapidated and gloomy, covered in dust and blood in the setting sun.

A dense group of zombies surrounded the pharmacy, and they couldn't find any living people to eat for a long time. Many zombies seemed to move slowly, wandering around feebly. Human remains.

A huge explosion suddenly sounded in the distant neighborhood, which seemed harsh and abrupt in the silence.

The zombies turned their heads suddenly, attracted by the loud noise, and after a while, they all turned around and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Under the dim sky, a small black SUV, covered in blood and carrion, drove in from the corner of the street very slowly.

Most of the surrounding zombies left, and some of the remaining ones turned their heads blankly, staring at the weird vehicle, and a few of them seemed to smell a trace of vitality under the rotten aura, suddenly speeded up, and rushed over from the side.

On the passenger seat of the SUV, a crack opened silently.

The sharp and clear eyes flashed through the narrow and long window, and a silver light with a strong wind hit the forehead of the front zombie.

Bai Huahua's brains burst out, the zombie swayed, slammed heavily on the side of the car, and fell down again.

The nearby zombies suddenly turned their heads, as if they also smelled the air leaking from the car window, they roared and rushed over anxiously.

A series of crossbow arrows were fired, quickly and accurately, turning over the bodies of the zombies. After a while, the road blocking the vehicle's direction was briefly cleared.

The man in the passenger seat was dressed in white, with blood on his face, and whispered to the young boy driving: "Xiao Cheng, speed up!"

The boy next to him was wearing a camouflage uniform, and he looked like a college student. Qingjun's face was also smeared with blood, and he gritted his teeth and called to the back seat: "Hurry up!"

In the back seat, two boys were sitting and lying down. The boy lying down was younger, about ten years old, but surprisingly beautiful, with a straight nose, two long black eyelashes covering his eyes, and a red complexion. Drowsy and motionless.

The boy beside him was slightly older, with sunny eyes, and hugged the unconscious boy tightly: "I'm holding him."

The SUV suddenly let out a faint engine roar, ran over the sporadic corpses in front of it, and rushed towards the drug supermarket along the dilapidated street!

When the car came close, the car braked suddenly, and the two people in the front row quickly jumped out of the car. Ning Wanfeng lay on the side of the car window and whispered, "Shang Lang, as long as we don't come back in half an hour, you can drive immediately." , lead Xiao to take it back the same way."

Shang Lang's eyes were red, but he gritted his teeth: "Uncle Ning, I understand."

Ning Wanfengfeng carried a self-made quiver on his back, and held a fine steel crossbow in his hand. Looking at the zombies gradually surrounding him, he pulled an arrow from the forehead of the zombies on the ground, put it on the crossbow again, and faced each other. shoot out.

Ning Cheng, who was beside him, held a short knife in his hand and slashed at the neck of a zombie next to him, cutting off its spine.

Behind him, arrows of light were like shooting stars, quickly reaping the lives of the zombies that were close to them. While fighting, the two quickly moved towards the door of the pharmacy.

... The door of the pharmacy is made of transparent glass, and it has already been shattered. The glass shards everywhere are gleaming with blood, with solidified flesh hanging on it, and some intermittent dry intestines.

A few pairs of eyes hid behind the shelves, held their breath, and watched the battle outside.

A young man was wearing a thick protective suit, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Damn! One for melee combat and one for long-distance control, the cooperation is amazing."

On the high shelf behind him, a shining bald head appeared, commanding the best sniping point condescendingly, chewing gum in his mouth: "It's nothing unusual to cut people, the one who plays with the bow and crossbow is the best."

He turned his head, and whispered into the shadow behind him: "Brother Ji, these two are a bit difficult!"

The sky was dim, and the lights were not turned on in the pharmacy, only an indifferent voice said: "Well, don't tell them to react, let's solve it quickly."

The two men in front grinned together: "Hey, there are three pairs of us, and Brother Ji, your deadly mechanism. If we still can't take it down, the Senate will kill us, right?"

...A black shadow flashed, and the two people outside, splattered with stinky blood, finally came to the door.

Ning Cheng held a machete in his hand and was about to reach out to twist the doorknob when Ning Wanfeng beside him suddenly stared.

The surrounding scenery is covered with dust and blood, but the stainless steel doorknob is clean and bright, as if it is sticking to the last spotless.

He lightly lowered his eyes, flashed in front of Ning Cheng, and said in a very low voice: "Someone is inside."

Ning Cheng was taken aback, his body tensed up suddenly.

Ning Wanfeng held the handle with her hand.

As the sun set, a ray of red light reflected on his fair fingers, which looked weak and boneless, but they were thin and powerful.

Behind the shelves, several pairs of eyes nervously looked at the graceful hand and the thin wire mechanism connected to the back door, and held their breath.

The hand finally moved.

Instead of twisting the door, he shrank back abruptly. At the same time, a long leg flew up fiercely and kicked open the broken glass door!

With a crisp sound of "crash la la", the door crashed down, the mechanism behind it suddenly activated, and countless densely packed steel bars pierced from the side, shining fiercely.

No one came in, but the side window next to it was smashed open, and a white figure leaped in deftly.

The bald man who was entrenched on a high place immediately raised his palm, and a cold light flicked towards him.

Ning Wanfeng turned slightly to one side, narrowly dodging the knife's light.

He raised his eyes sharply, and looked accurately at the row of elevated shelves from which the knife light was flying, and then he jumped up and rushed upwards.

The bald man above cursed secretly, and shot two short knives head-on.

Ning Wanfeng suddenly fell down.

With this fall, his back was facing another man who was ambushing behind the shelf. The man was overjoyed, and when he moved his body, he suddenly raised the wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick was thick, with the sound of wind, it was about to hit Ning Wanfeng's back, but his body suddenly twisted away.

The two knives in front of him passed by, and the wooden stick behind him fell into the air. He swung his elbow and slammed it hard into the face of the man behind him.

With a "thud", the man behind him was hit hard, covered his nose and screamed, staggered and bent down.

Ning Cheng, who was next to him, rushed into the window and rushed to the side of the attacked man, with the machete in his hand across his neck, he yelled fiercely: "Don't move, or I will kill you!"

In this instant, Ning Wanfeng had already dodged behind the shelf, pulled out a crossbow arrow from behind, put it on the crossbow, pointed at the corner of the high shelf, and shot it out!

The distance was so close, and the speed was as terrifying as a bullet. The crossbow arrows, carrying a sharp cold wind, rubbed against the bald man's shoulders, causing a cluster of blood to fly.

The bald man suddenly suffered from pain, and could no longer maintain his balance, he fell headlong from a height.

Ning Wanfeng rushed up, caught him, pressed his fingers on the back of his neck, knocked him unconscious, and dragged the bald man into the open medicine rack behind him.

Ning Cheng was about to speak happily, but Ning Wanfeng quietly gave him a wink.

Ning Cheng closed his mouth immediately and looked around nervously.

Ning Wanfeng hid behind the shelf, blocked the unconscious bald man in front of him, and said lightly: "Come out, or I will kill your companion."

There was silence in the vast pharmacy.

Ning Wanfeng was very patient, and continued: "One of these two people is good at using knives, and the other is good at using sticks. They are not weapons that can be used casually. They have both practiced for a long time. So, who set up this trap?"

He glanced at the exquisitely designed sharp steel bar at the door: "If you come in from there, no matter how fast you move, no matter how you hide, you have to step on a trap. Right?"

Finally, behind the empty shelf, came an erratic voice, making it difficult to discern the direction: "I won't come out, you can kill them both."

Ning Cheng, who was nervous, was dumbfounded: "..."

Ning Wanfeng was also startled: "What?"

The voice was indifferent and indifferent: "Are you here to grab the medicine? But our senior leader said that you don't have to lose your life, but you can't lose the medicine storehouse in the entire camp. They are not as skilled as others, so let's die."

The bald man fell into a coma, but the young man whose neck was pressed by the knife really spat: "Damn it, someone will kill us, and see if our elders will go to heaven and earth, and chop you two little boys into eight pieces!"

Although blood was smeared all over his face, just looking at the outline of his face, he could tell that Ning Cheng had handsome features and a neat figure.

Although Ning Wanfeng's face was covered with blood, his white clothes were almost spotless, as if he was good at controlling the field from a distance, and zombies rarely got close to him.

His pair of eyes seemed to be brighter than the starlight at night. Looking at it from the side, it revealed a section of his neck that was not stained with blood. It was astonishingly white, but also slender and elegant. A segment of his collarbone was vaguely revealed below, with an astonishingly beautiful curvature.

It seemed that he did not expect to encounter such a difficult situation at all, and he frowned, hesitating.

Ning Cheng beside him became more and more anxious, and said in a low voice: "They are lying, it is impossible to ignore their companions!"

Seeing that Ning Wanfeng was still hesitating, he suddenly shouted loudly: "We are not greedy, we only need a little antibiotic, and we will go as soon as we get it!"

The hidden male voice was still indifferent: "Antibiotics are now the most valuable material. If I give you some, our brothers will die a few more. We have no face. We trade the lives of our brothers for our own."

... On the opposite street, in the SUV, Shang Lang anxiously touched the unconscious boy's forehead.

One piece is hot.

Ning Duo had a bloody hole on his shoulder, which was stabbed by something. It was originally covered with gauze, but now the wound has festered and inflamed, and there is a shortage of medical treatment, so he dare not use the increasingly dirty gauze to wrap it up.

Shang Lang called a few times in a low voice: "Xiao Duo, Xiao Duo? Wake up, don't sleep."

Ning Duo seemed to hear the call, and slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of dark pupils were hidden in slightly squinted eyes, weak and dazed.

He raised his eyes, looked out of the car window, and asked in a daze, "Where is this...?"

Seeing him wake up, Shang Lang was overjoyed: "Your wound is inflamed, and you can't cure it. Uncle Ning said that hiding in the countryside is not an option, so he found a car and came to the city to try and find medicine for you."

Ning Duo frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's been two years... where else can you find medicine?"

Shang Lang quickly comforted him: "Uncle Ning bought a piece of information, saying that there is a pharmacy here that is still powered on, the freezer is always open, and there are a lot of zombies outside for a long time, there should be medicine in stock!"

Ning Duo gasped for a few moments, and the blush from the high fever on his face became more obvious: "That's not right... We all know that there is medicine here, so how come no one came to grab it?"

Shang Lang was stunned: "Ah, there are too many zombies around. We also set up an explosion in the street first, and lured most of the zombies over before we could get close."

Ning Duo shook his head weakly: "We can make an explosion, others can't think of it? There are so many capable people in the city, and the weapons are also powerful... Or, this pharmacy has been looted, or..."

He raised his body with difficulty, and looked at the pharmacy opposite: "Or... there are very terrible forces entrenched."

It was winter, and it was getting dark quickly.It was still twilight just now, but now the surroundings are dark.

Electricity has long been out of normal supply, and the uninhabited business district is bleak at night.

Except for the howling of zombies one after another, there seemed to be no sound, and the dark doors of the shops were wide open, as if a bloody hand would be stretched out from inside at any time.

Ning Duo's vision was blurred due to the high fever. He stared at the door of the pharmacy across the street with difficulty, and suddenly called out hastily, "Brother Lang...was there someone passing by just now?"

Shang Lang was startled, jumped up hurriedly, and pushed his head down: "Are there any zombies? Hurry up and hide, don't talk!"

Ning Duo became even more anxious: "No... I, I seem to see a shadow flashing past the door of the drugstore."

He had a high fever, but his heart suddenly shivered, and he murmured, "It's not a zombie...it's a human. Because it's so fast."

In the pharmacy, there was a stalemate.

Ning Wanfeng looked ahead, there was no sound from the rows of pitch-black shelves, no matter how much they discussed and threatened, the man who spoke before did not respond.

Ning Cheng was anxious and angry, took out a short rope, tied up the prisoner at his side, tied it to the shelf, and came to Ning Wanfeng with a stoop: "Let's go find the freezer, stalemate is not a solution."

Ning Chengfeng nodded and whispered in his ear: "You stay here and watch over them. I'll go find them."

Ning Cheng was in a hurry: "Let's find it separately, hurry up!"

Ning Wanfeng's face was cold, and he said in a low voice: "No. There must be a more powerful trap near the medicine, and you can't handle it."

He lightly pressed the back of Ning Cheng's hand, and whispered: "If something happens to me, I will admit it. You are not allowed to kill those two people, understand?"

Ning Cheng's eyes were slightly moist, and he turned his head away: "Brother Feng, you will be fine!"

Ning Wanfeng got up silently, walked along the corner of the shelf, and slowly approached the innermost part.

The medicine shelves outside were empty for a long time, but since there are special guards here, there must still be medicines!

Now that the power supply is lacking, many places where people gather can only supply electricity for a very short time at night, and it is impossible to keep the freezer at a low temperature for a long time.

Fortunately, there is an electric circuit here, which makes the freezer the best storage place for medicines, but because of this, the person behind it must be extremely terrifying.

Finally, bypassing the dark shelves, the warehouse behind has been opened wide, and a large row of huge constant temperature and low temperature freezers are displayed in the corner.

The faint power indicator light was flashing green, quiet and dangerous.

Holding his breath, he slowly pulled out a strange arrow from the quiver on his back.

The arrowhead is extremely sharp and polished to the point of radiance, but it doesn't have any tail feathers. It can't be used for shooting at all, but it looks more like a slender Emei thorn.

There was an empty area beside the freezer, which looked very clean, but he didn't try to walk over, but casually tore off a piece of discarded hemp rope from the shelf, and yanked it towards the freezer.

The wind roared past, and finally, when the hemp rope was drawn to the right corner of the freezer, a huge iron plate suddenly fell from above!

With a loud noise, the iron plate hit a few inches away from the side of the freezer, bringing up a piece of broken stone chips from the floor tiles.

Ning Cheng in the distance clenched his fists tightly, hating and angry—if he stepped on it by accident, this sinister iron plate would instantly smash the brains of the people below! ...

Taking advantage of the moment when the iron plate fell, Ning Wanfeng swayed and jumped over like lightning.

He still didn't step on any part of the ground, his figure was as strong as a bird, and he jumped directly onto the iron plate that had just fallen with the help of a short run-up distance!

Without wasting any time, he quickly lifted the lid of the first freezer with his slender bare hands, and a slight cold air rushed towards his face instantly.

He quickly checked it with his hand, and he knew that the temperature was wrong, it was too cold, it should be the place where the 0-5 degree medicine was stored.

The local temperature is high. Although antibiotics do not need to be stored at low temperature, they must be stored at least below 20 degrees.

He quickly closed the cabinet door and quickly opened another.

Next……

Finally, his face brightened, and he found a low temperature slightly lower than room temperature.

With a "click", a small pocket flashlight lit up in his hand and shone into the freezer.

Boxes of medicines were arranged neatly, and several familiar words of cephalosporin flashed in front of my eyes.

He grabbed a few boxes with his hands, and just as he turned around, a terrible sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart.

The pocket flashlight in his hand shone straight on to the opposite side, as if there was no one there, but in the silent air, something invisible was rushing towards him.

His whole body was covered with cold hairs, and it only took a short moment for that thing to go from being as light as a breeze to being as heavy as a mountain!

a knife.

A terrifying and murderous knife! ...

His waist suddenly bent down, and he dodged the terrifying knife at an incredible angle.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his fingers tightly and punched hard at the black shadow that suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

The black shadow on the opposite side was indistinct, half a head taller than him, with a thin and sturdy figure, exuding the icy coldness from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood all over his body, he crossed his arms and caught his punch forcefully.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", neither of them seemed to expect that the other's strength was so strong, Ning Wanfeng let out a soft cry of pain, only felt that his palm bones were in sharp pain, as if he had been hit by an iron rod.

And the black shadow on the opposite side couldn't help but gasped, and bared his teeth fiercely.

What kind of boy is this, it's clearly King Kong! ...

Ning Wanfeng threw the short steel arrow in his hand with all his strength, not daring to fight, twisted his body, and rushed towards the door: "Xiao Cheng, let's go!"

He rushed all the way to the door, but there was no response, and there was silence all around.

With a cold heart, he slowly stopped, gritted his teeth and looked behind.

With a "click", a cluster of lighters flashed, and someone lit a cigarette leisurely by the dark shelf.

The red color of the cigarette butt flickered, illuminating an evil and stern face.

Arrogant and unruly, unbelievably handsome.

The man raised his head, waved the arm pierced by his arrow nonchalantly, and a stream of blood dripped down.

He tiptoed Ning Cheng who was unconscious under his feet, bared his white teeth, and said maliciously: "Your companion?..."